Harry BawBags Blurt

Alright fellow BawBags!

I had an unexpected day off work today … coulda done without it really though! Just kickin around my new flat on my own. I had to move out of the house I was in as my ex wanted to make a clean break of things as soon as possible, so the upshot of that was that I had to find a place to crash as quickly as possible – so im having to rent what only can be described as a shithole flat above a convenience store … handy for milk at 11pm though! There are 5 other flats here, all of them filled with people who are basically down on their luck … “Heartbreak Hotel” its fondly called in town; I use to call it that myself cause I never thought Id end up here … but here I am. I have christened my little space “BawBag Towers”.

Ive not introduced myself to the other tenants yet, Im gonna wait for the weekend for that. Out of the five others, I know that three of them are alcoholics, one of them is probably a drug dealer and the other is a complete mystery.

I think it was Hemingway who wrote about men without women being a danger to themselves … this place is testimony to that. Ive only been here three days and Ive witnessed some very peculiar behaviour. So much so that I sleep with one of my chef knives under my pillow!

Not that I sleep much. Ive had a form of insomnia for the last four or five years now – ive lost jobs because of it and it was a contributing factor in the break up of my relationship with the missus.

Its not all bad though!

I sometimes get a feeling when Im so exhausted that I see things. Im not saying hallucinate as such, but I see things in my life clearer. There is a high associated with that too … A Moment Of Clarity is what alcoholics call them ( well at least the recovering ones! ) I will divulge on this in future blogs.

As for the noo, Im off doon the stairs to the shop to have a chat with the owner. A very nice man of Pakistani origin … he is my landlord also … I need to keep him sweet … money grabbin bastard that he is.

Lata

Awrite BawBags n hows yersel? Well im no what you would describe as happy and im gonna be using this blog to demonstrate that … I suffer from insomnia an ah tell ye sumthin – Am a pure cunt with it at times!

Shite & Spite – those two things get me through the day; my doctor says I need to get things off my chest more often and I may sleep a little … my doctor is obviously an alcoholic … he’s always at the Polo Mints.

Sometimes ahm no too bad though … so stick around see what comes up.